Boyfriend breaks up with me; family issues

I was talking with Boyfriend and he was trying to talk about something serious, but there were lots of people around us - we must have been in a public place. Finally, he pulls me aside and tells me that he is breaking up with me because I'm not worth all the stress he has in regard to staying with me. It's "too hard" for him to stay with me, even though he loves me and knows that I love him, so he breaks up with me... but also tells me that he will stick around for a while to make sure that I am okay. I think he was planning on moving somewhere far away but decided to stay for a few weeks after we broke up. Obviously, I was devastated, to the point where I couldn't stop crying for days on end.

Suddenly, it was about two weeks later and I was on some sort of college campus or little village with a brick walkway and I was helping my grandmother find my cousin. She was supposed to pick him up to go somehwere but for some reason she couldn't, so she called me and asked me to pick him up instead. She gave me the directions to his camp, but it wasn't the summer camp that most peple went to, it was a "safe house" because he was gay. My grandmother was obviously uncomfortable even telling me that my cousin was gay, but she insisted that it was vital that I pick him up and bring him to her. As I was on my way - on my bicycle - I ran into some people from work and took a quick detour to grab a drink with them. We went to a bar that was bicycle friendly and, in fact, people were bringing in bikes that they were going to put up for sale on the back patio. I saw this bright pink cruiser and I immediately knew it would be mine. I watched as its current owner wheeled it by me in the bar and I followed the owner outside so I could buy it... but I realized I would need my work badge to get back into the bar's back door after I bought the bike. As I fumbled in my purse fo rmy badge, this other person - someone from work that I don't know very well; she just started here - was outside talking to the owner and pointing to the MY pink bike. I ran outside and interrupted their conversation, whipped out some cash and bought the bike on the spot. I gave the other girl from work a smug look as I wheeld the bike outside and contiued on to the "safe house" to find my cousin.

As I rode towards the address my grandmother had given me, I started to think about Boyfriend and got really upset and sad because I missed him so much. I began to resent the fact that he didn't fight for me the way that I had fought for him, and then I started to cry again. I was crying as I rode through the little town on the brick walkways and past the red brick buildings, but I stopped when a saw aa little blonde boy sitting in a plaza by himself. As I wheeled my bike twoards him, I realized that he was crying. When I asked him why, he said he was lost and coudln't find his mommy or daddy. He leaned back against the tree that he was sitting next to - the tree was planted in the middle of the plaza and surrounded by a brick well, on which he was sitting - when his dad, who was wearing orange crocs, ran up to him and grabbed him into a huge hug. He thanked me profusely for finding his kid - even though I insisted that I hadn't done anything at all - and they walked away. The dad was carrying his kid so that the kid was looked at me as they walked away, and the little boy, eyes still red and blurry from crying, waved at me.